"A Christmas candle is a lovely thing;
It makes no noise at all,
But softly gives itself away."
I allow myself one real candle. There is something quite lovely about sitting in a warm room, wrapped up in one of my favorite cat throws, hot tea in hand while it's cold and snowing outside.
I imagine the centuries of candlelight, the millions of people, and animals, who have warmed themselves in the glow.
When European settlers moved to North America, among their most valuable possessions were honeybees. Not only for sweet honey; beeswax candles gave them night light, and wax insulated handmade homes.
It's easy to get lost in all of the hustle and bustle of the season. A candle reminds me of how sweet life is and how truly blessed we are.